This is what happens when I go into the woods. I start daydreaming…
Into the woods
Erotic
So I went into the woods (which is less than five minutes from home) and took this picture of a beech. “Quite erotic,” my girlfriend said when she saw the print. Like bodies in a state of ecstasy.
A real life Rorschach test, this tree!
Sahara dusty sunrise
Every now and again at sunrise I open my curtains and immediately run out. That is: It takes me approximately 5 minutes to tear off my pyjamas, grab my clothes and camera, stumble to the front door and run to the meadows. But even those lousy 5 minutes can be too much, for rapidly the most stunning colours in the sky change to a boring, pale palette. No time to think, just run!
This Monday January 29 I made it. Once again Sahara dust swirled high in the atmosphere, as in March 2022 and February 2021. And like before, the most beautiful colours appeared before the sun peeked above the horizon. Wow!
Xperimental: And there was light
The reflections in the screen of my phone gave the inspiration for this one. Diffraction in layers of glass mirrored multiple images of the same item, distorted over one another. This is a kind of replica in color. Food for the experimental group. What do you think of it?
(and frankly, I don’t like these kind of images)
Experimental: Cinque Terre Coast
So we have this experimental photography group. Just playing around a little. This time the Italian Cinque Terre coast, but not as you know it. What do you think of it?
Field of gold
This picture made me think of Sting’s song ‘Fields of gold’. It´s wheat he sings about, but this comes close enough. Heard him sing during his show last December. Loved it!
But even the master can´t beat the voice of Eva Cassidy. She makes me want to walk through the fields forever
Fall
Ameria
Foggy blue
Our local photo club has a project: To create a piece of art photography inspired by David Hockney. I love these kinds of challenges, and dove into the Hockney universe. In turn, Hockney was inspired by Vincent van Gogh, so I dove into that universe as well and looked at it through the eyes of Hockney.
First piece is inspired by the double (or actually triple) portraits ‘My parents and myself’ and ‘My parents.’ I decided to look for the fragile state of existence of my father, age 95, and his sweetheart, age 93, and the relationship between the three of us in their shrinking and simplifying, schematizing world. Alzheimer has got a firm grip on him; yet the beautiful bright colours make life look wonderful
So. What next?
Paradise
They’re back! Spoonbills in their regular nesting place: a tiny piece of swamp forest tugged in between a highway and a lake. The archetype nature images in our heads are pristine, without human influence. And I have to confess: as a nature photographer I always try to replicate these images. Even when the pictures are taken in a densely populated and completely transformed area. I think we have a longing and even a need for dreams of purity and paradise. And well, it feels a bit like paradise here.
And now they´re back. All the way from Africa, ready for summer. Temperatures are still quite low here, but every spring when they return my heart leaps up.
And it’s not just one… It’s so many of them!
What a feeling to stand here in the middle of nowhere, and just see, hear, smell and feel nature all around.
This last little fellow brings back memories of the card playing game I had as a child. The bluethroat was my favourite card! I love this time of spring when all these birds have returned with a promise of lovely summer days to come
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